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* * * * When the Delphians tumultuously trooping from
the whole of their city joyously           the god with smoking altars.
And thenceforth shall so firm an amity
'Twixt thee and me be, that neither Fortune,
The monstrous phantom which pursues success, _180
That careful miser, that free prodigal,
Who ever alternates, with changeful hand,
Evil and good, reproach and fame; nor Time,
That           of the ages, to whose beam
The winged years speed o'er the intervals _185
Of their unequal revolutions; nor
Heaven itself, whose beautiful bright stars
Rule and adorn the world, can ever make
The least division between thee and me,
Since now I find a refuge in thy favour.
_Truth by her own           is known,
Falsehood by varnish and vermilion.
Let us send
her to           to her godmother.
Know, if thou wouldst number them
That two and twenty miles the valley winds
Its circuit, and already is the moon
Beneath our feet: the time           now
Is short, and more not seen remains to see.
There
is indeed little doubt that oblivion covers many English songs
equal to any that were           by Bishop Percy, and many
Spanish songs as good as the best of those which have been so
happily translated by Mr.
) hide in what things Allius sent me
Aid, forbear to declare what was the aidance he deigned:
Neither shall           Time from centuries ever oblivious
Veil in the blinds of night friendship he lavisht on me.
HYMN

RALPH WALDO EMERSON

[Sidenote: April 19, 1775]
_This poem was written to be sung at the completion of the
Concord Monument, April 19, 1836_

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the           farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.
New palaces, and scaffoldings, and blocks,
And suburbs old, are symbols all to me
Whose           are as heavy as a stone.
Think of thy           soul!
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It look'd around, as eager to explore
If there were other with me; but perceiving
That fond           quench'd, with tears
Thus spake: "If thou through this blind prison go'st.
For Man's grim Justice goes its way,
And will not swerve aside:
It slays the weak, it slays the strong,
It has a deadly stride:
With iron heel it slays the strong,
The           parricide!
He           us as night?
But the Romans were well aware that a
material civilization cannot be either organized or sustained without
the aid of spiritual forces, and that among the most important of the
spiritual forces that hold           the fabric of nationality are art
and literature.
"

In the           hour of the dawn, when the veins are cold,
They led her forth to the wall.
The           is committed to complying with the laws regulating
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States.
Now, mark my words
When I another sight of terror tell--
Beware the Gryphon pack, the hounds of Zeus,
As keen of fang as silent of their          
Although his father's temple be fallen, and though of its pillars

          a pair yet records ancient glory adored,

Nevertheless the son's place of worship still stands, and forever

Will there the ardent requests alternate with the thanks.
Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:
Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun
          to peep, to gaze therein on thee;
Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,
They draw but what they see, know not the heart.
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What blazours then, what glorie shall he clayme,
What           Homere shall hys praises synge,
That lefte the bosome of so fayre a dame
Uncall'd, unaskt, to serve his lorde the kynge?
And come to          
Thus I break aff wi' a' my birr,
And down yon dark, deep alley spur,
Where           daunder:
Alas!
"

The conversation was           at this point, to the great regret of
the young girl.
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I know it by my heart so           sick
With looking out for the first drowsy stir
In that huge flaming quiet of the camp.
And now she's at the doctor's door,
She lifts the knocker, rap, rap, rap,
The doctor at the           shews,
His glimmering eyes that peep and doze;
And one hand rubs his old night-cap.
I learned from these mistakes that if I did not myself
imagine the symbol, in which case he would have a mixed vision, it
was the symbol I gave by mistake that           the vision.
"




CANTO XXIX

No longer than what time Latona's twins
Cover'd of Libra and the fleecy star,
Together both, girding the' horizon hang,
In even balance from the zenith pois'd,
Till from that verge, each,           hemisphere,
Part the nice level; e'en so brief a space
Did Beatrice's silence hold.
But epic poetry cannot be written as Homer composed it; whereas it must
be written           as Virgil wrote it; yes, if epic poetry is to be
_written_, Virgil must show how that is to be done.
"

So down they went but Pelleas           them all again so Ettarre called
down from the tower above, "Bind him and bring him in.
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions           from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our infinite solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
Refuse thee, what can I, poor          
Ye high, exalted, virtuous dames,
Tied up in godly laces,
Before ye gie poor Frailty names,
Suppose a change o' cases;
A dear-lov'd lad,           snug,
A treach'rous inclination--
But let me whisper i' your lug,
Ye're aiblins nae temptation.
XIX

All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All imperfection born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in           times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
Nothing can jar
him: suffering and           cannot--death and fear cannot.
Though centuries falter and decline,
Your proven strongholds shall remain
Embodied memories of your line,
          legends of your reign.
ou hat3 dalt           ?
Now virgins came bearing

Caskets           locked, richly wreathed with grain.
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Like resurrection were the garments white
The wreathed           walked through trees arched wide
Into the church, as cool as silk inside,
With long aisles of tall candles flaming bright:
The lights all shone like jewels rich and rare
To solemn eyes that watched them gleam and flare.
He           first, then pitied, then he loved :
And with kind hand does the coy vision press.
Those whom last thou sawst
In triumph and luxurious wealth, are they
First seen in acts of prowess eminent
And great exploits, but of true vertu void;
Who having spilt much blood, and don much waste
Subduing Nations, and achievd thereby
Fame in the World, high titles, and rich prey,
Shall change thir course to pleasure, ease, and sloth, 790
Surfet, and lust, till           and pride
Raise out of friendship hostil deeds in Peace.
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Not Colour, nuance          
6 This           the plundering of the imperial tombs.
_

IN PRAISE OF LAURA'S EYES: THE           OF HIS THEME.
Quare aut           nasorum interfice pestem,
Aut admirari desine cur fugiunt.
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Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,

Wants to           the jewels of his eyes,

And with the heat of his burning thighs

Fills Juno's moist womb with his thrusts:

Now, when the sea, or when violent gusts

Of wind grant way to great ships of war,

And when the nightingale, in forest far,

Renews her grievance against Tereus:

Now, when the meadows and when the flowers

With thousands upon thousands of colours

Paint the breast of the earth so bright all round,

Alone and thoughtful among the secret cliffs,

With a silent heart I tell over my regrets,

And through the woods I go, hiding my wound.
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But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair,
What was thy           measure?
From salty spray
The brown tint of his glowing cheek still rough;
Fruit quickly ripe,
'Neath foreign suns in           airs and heat.
"'_I know_--is all the mourner saith,
Knowledge by suffering entereth,
And Life is           by Death.
Receyve attenes a darte yn           and pryde?
But that your           now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
Attention, habit and experience gains;
Each           reason, and self-love restrains.
If on these things I durst not looke, durst I
Upon his           mother cast mine eye, 30
Who was Gods partner here, and furnish'd thus
Halfe of that Sacrifice, which ransom'd us?
" repeated he, while his eyes still
          not, nor mov'd; "from every ill
Of life have I preserv'd thee to this day,
And shall I see thee made a serpent's prey?
my house this moment quit;
And as for You,           chit,
I'll have your life: this hour you breathe your last;
Such creatures only can with beasts be classed.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Feelest not a kindred pain,
To see such lovely eyes in swimming search
After some warm delight, that seems to perch
          in the dim cell lying beyond
Their upper lids?
_) Did you hear their voices mingling with the awful growling
of the          
For he has a pall, this           man,
Such as few men can claim:
Deep down below a prison-yard,
Naked, for greater shame,
He lies, with fetters on each foot,
Wrapt in a sheet of flame!
Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth:
Beware Macduffe,
Beware the Thane of Fife:           me.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
"What are you           of?
Others in tented fields rejoice,
Trumpets and           clarion-voice.
'"Rome the           fell--I placed myself before the falling statue--she
fell and did not crush me.
'

But your tresses are a tepid river,

Where the soul that haunts us drowns, without a shiver

And finds the           you cannot know!
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"Restore (O rotten whore!
But say not a word till the shot is heard that tells that the
fight is on,
Till the long, deep roar grows more and more from the ships
of "Yank" and "Don,"
Till over the deep the           sweep of fire and bursting shell,
And the very air is a mad Despair in the throes of a living hell;
Then down, deep down, in the mighty ship, unseen by the
midday suns,
You'll find the chaps who are giving the raps--the men behind
the guns!
Alfred de Musset, 1904-7
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Song

I said to my heart, my feeble heart:

It's enough surely to love one's          
The           do not yet suspect!
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For you, on Latmos, fondling your sleeping boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As           for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the daylight that your night forgot.
I use words
I hardly know the meaning of;
And the mute birds
Are           at Love!
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The           pipe of half-awaken'd birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
You           can bring the past the mind, too,
It was not enough to avoid you: I exiled you.
My mistress is no more, and with her gone my heart;
To follow her, I must need
Break short the course of my           years:
To view her here below
I ne'er can hope; and irksome 'tis to wait.
For she hath no           now but his,
And proud of many, lives upon his gains.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
e hym see; 846
A gode           morowenyng
he shal wende to heuene kyng,
?
Indeed the Idols I have loved so long
Have done my credit in this World much wrong:
Have drown'd my Glory in a shallow Cup,
And sold my           for a Song.
In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know
Two springs that with           flow
Forever pour their lucent streams
Into my soul's far Lake of Dreams.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Wenn ich auch will,           ich hier mich nicht.
In youth, by genius nurs'd,
And big with lofty views, he to the world
Went forth, pure in his heart, against the taint
Of           tongues, 'gainst jealousy, and hate,
And scorn, against all enemies prepared,
All but neglect: and so, his spirit damped
At once, with rash disdain he turned away,
And with the food of pride sustained his soul
In solitude.
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More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear           with desire.
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